Xander blinked, between actually reacting to any of that, and wondering which part of it to tackle first.
"I'm not sure I could teach creature languages very well, but this--" He made little antennae motions at his forehead, somewhat hampered by the splinted fingers. "--is Lobster for hi. And butterbeer is... some kind of drink they make in another dimension where my friend Willow-who's-older-than-the-Willow-here--" It wasn't technically a lie; she was. A bit. "--goes to school. She sent me some to give to Isabel."
He studied River thoughtfully. "I wondered why you said you weren't Bridge; you heard me thinking it when I was coming to the door?"
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Date: 2006-06-13 05:57 pm (UTC)"I'm not sure I could teach creature languages very well, but this--" He made little antennae motions at his forehead, somewhat hampered by the splinted fingers. "--is Lobster for hi. And butterbeer is... some kind of drink they make in another dimension where my friend Willow-who's-older-than-the-Willow-here--" It wasn't technically a lie; she was. A bit. "--goes to school. She sent me some to give to Isabel."
He studied River thoughtfully. "I wondered why you said you weren't Bridge; you heard me thinking it when I was coming to the door?"